Passing By

The desert stretched endlessly under a blazing sun, its golden sands shimmering like waves on a frozen sea.

The air was dry and heavy, carrying the faint tang of metal and gunpowder.

A light breeze did little to cool the soldiers standing at the edge of a narrow canyon.

This spot was carefully chosen because it was narrow enough to keep them from being surrounded by the enemy.

They set up their line along a makeshift barricade of steel spikes and sandbags.

Parked behind this barrier were several military-grade Humvees, their dark green paint chipped and worn from years of use.

Each vehicle was outfitted with mounted weapons: some had Gatling guns, while others carried missile launchers capable of unleashing devastating firepower.

The soldiers themselves were a mix of hardened veterans and desperate fighters, dressed in mismatched armor that showed their limited resources.